Tuesday, December 25, 2012

turning & moving 2012 - 2013 into thankfulness



As another year ends
the earth keeps turning
unmoved but moving
& I am thankful
for every light
for every night
and the flight of our hopes and smiles
as they open their wings
and rise and shine





The colours of our dreams and visions
turn from black and white to red yellow blue
and blur into motion





A sun rises yellow in the Southern East
behind the mountains of new beginnings
until clouds of infinite altitude turn
into eyes and dragons and other imaginaries



Shapes and visions - premonitions
new days soft moons and full circles
turn into stars or flowers or something unexpected
full of grace and beauty
chance and invention instead of duty


Like that clear evening full of light 
of a year to come 
or this year soon to be gone 
another turn of this planet 
moving unmoved
turning unturned
around sun
light without darkness
and only some clouds 
to write a message
into hilly horizons



I love this life
on this earth
at this time
and thankfulness
gets the last rhyme



261212 Algund, Southern Tyrol, Italy

Friday, November 23, 2012

Friday, November 16, 2012

Gazagain

After seeing two furious interviews on Aljazeera


1919161112 MUC















But all you can see
in front of your hate
ridden face and rect
-angular glasses
is
how he's holding her
and her daughters
and sons hostage
You see a crime
against humanity
as they cower around
the angry bearded man
in their crowded cage
stereotypically
shooting
blindly
angrily
despe
rately
at You
his very
precise Other














________________________________________________________________
| &
| with
| the passing
| of time and reigns
| violence became violense
| all eyes one sense
| all muscles tense
| full time
| no peace
| to the body
| and the mind
| just fear
| turned
| sour
| to hate
| and
| into a
| border fence
| an ugly grey scar
| ridge of that flat dry volcano
| close to that ancient coast of our Middle Sea
| where the bored waves don't cool no heat no more
| where fires burst under the entertained gaze of Latest News
|
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&
You &
the Other
you Brothers
have started your
fight under the olive trees again
all birds
and goats have fled
there is too much noise
too much dirt
too much blood
too much smoke
and you never
come up with
the simple
power of
a handshake
a forgive you
and the poetics
of raising
doves on
neighbour
ing roofs











Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Writing poetry on a day in September


9/11/12



& some & the media & the Xpertz want this to be
a day of towerss
a day of terrors
a day of flights
a day of lossess

but 111 days before the end
of yet another digit in Western years
it may well be the first day of Coptic and Ethiopian countings
but not the anniversary of the beginning of a new time of fear
but not the anniversary of a change before we can
and certainly not the anniversary of the start of a mission that will never accomplish






































It just feels like yet another day
brutal and deadly          calm and boring            peaceful and lovely
in a spiralling world
always changing always many
and I only get a feel of it
as heartbeat
as moment
as wonder
as breath
as now






& so I will not try
to insert my kind of story
into the screaming narration/repetition of specials
cause Shabine already told us from the depths of the Sea
“I met History once, but he ain't recognize me”




[may all victims of violence in the manystories of this planet rest in peace
may all species in extinction rest in peace
may all rest in the assurance that no one leaves life alive
may all hidden fears of this uncertain certain death turn into a joyful now
may all smile in peace and ease tensions and worries]










Special thanks are due: to Derek Walcott for "The Schooner Flight" and Kamau Brathwaite for "Guanahani"

Friday, August 24, 2012

On Sunday's they climb the mountains [photographer's cut]










fwd: visual variation of the previous post




















On Sunday's they climb the mountains







it has been whispered
that there exists a mountain people
on the other side of the blue orange
and it has been told that
their climbers don't stop
when they reach
a mountaintop
instead
it has been smiled
they keep on
rising












 


& we felt like Rodrigo de Triana
on the Pinta
as the streams of clouds
that put us to high sea
ripped open
for our first glance at the next
mountaintop
land!






there is down and there is up
time for the streams to wander
and the rock ship to stop
pirate SeaSick was close





sun is allowed to peer through
the clouds of our doubts
and warms
the heights of the crow's nest
this barren stony top
were we cower and rest
eat drink and thank
for this rare hospitality
in times of upheaval





yes
we are humble guests
but
it's from here that we mount
our dragons of playfulness
and surf
wild winds of change



pictures & poetry © 2012 Daniel Graziadei

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Standards of imagiNation



wind & water play you
as if your cloth was strings
and there will be light
whilst you tear and shrink 
and flap




all will be bright

day and night 
do not cast their differences
do not fight their ways
but dance!
as long as suns
are beaming
within your chest 
and ears and innards
as long as drums
are clanging 
with your feet 
and heart and hands




















with every moment/movement of your flag

your standards of imagiNation
without a nation 
without image
without colours 
with neither coats nor arms
simple smiles are hoisted high and higher
and anchored deep and even lower





all there is 

and all needed is
a circle of light
a nod of thanx
the ways of suns
music and vibes 
without sounds
beauty in the simple stream of breath
the ways of moons
growing and slimming
taking and bringing
full and new
ever changing 
like a wonder/waterfall
or a sky/heart 
in stormy times

















Monday, April 16, 2012

when right is wrong and freedom just another word abused




______..........-------::::::::::::::::rant*****


when right is wrong and freedom just another word abused
then it is time for another line against 
then there is ripe another line's defense
we won't give air to any fake pretense 
so listen and act:




Don't let them roll the wire 
we don't need this fence
Don't let them feed any dark desires
we don't need no bloody defense
Don't let them plant divisive fires
we don't need no electrical fence
no trenches no walls and no barbed wire
no false flag ops no cannon balls to burning tires

What we need is a warm strong hand shake
a home for the searching 
a shelter for the traveling
fair work and healthy eating
open minds in every meeting
with every form in creation
So don't let them roll the wire 
we don't need any fence




We need wild nature for one true embrace
so we don't need no fence's ways
no dugouts no arms and no declaration
instead of old school separation
we need some drastic incorporation
into that world outside of nations
become a small part of all creations

We reject all separating human invention
like a line drawn into the whole mix up
dividing some within the many
not asking much demanding plenty
giving orders and commands 
Do they think us fools on their errands?
Make them give up their demands
for a long and calm embrace
against their fear and the rat race
for our dear peaceful breathing space











So please get along and act now strong:

Give to all the separating ones 
a big smile and an open hand
a strong argument and an impossible confusion
Give them hope in peace instead of a bad land to want
with a hard alphabet and old Newspeak 's pollution
Dig out their landmines and cut the old wire
blow up the dugouts and that highty-mighty craving 
for that final control over some tight tight base
Cast that desire out into the open outer space
and let it become there a lonely desire only
let it be a lonely line only





Cause
We reject the whole invention of the possibility of separation
like a line cutting up the whole mix up
dividing some from the whole and the many
not asking much but demanding oh so plenty
all screaming orders and some odd command
we as their soldiers or as fools we were planned



So let us play a downbeat like a reggae jazz band
come let us watch and see their doubtful faces
make them accept their surrender's graces
Then let us share one long and sincere embrace
against their fear and their bad rat race
Let us share a long and a full embrace
for our dear peaceful breathing space
Let us share a long and full embrace
with so many very different kinds of being
intermingling at all times even when deeply disagreeing
with the inconceivable and unbelievable untamed pacifist nation
called positive imagination

























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This whole entry / dub-poem / rant took its starting point in the PICturePOem above that I titled "the heart of darkness [version ST]"  and which came into existence as a translation of a German version of it. The originals tries to criticize some recent separatist/nationalist propaganda in Southern Tirol, Northern Italy (see p.e. this article in the international version of Spiegel Online, or my German blog entry "Im Herzen der Finsternis"). 

Only via the translation into BIE (Broken International English) it dawned on me, that this is universal, not local. 

Sunday, March 04, 2012

refusal of corporate cooperation and the restauration of inner peace




You tell me to write
big city big crime big news big time
kind of best dwelling progressive aggressive 
wonder stories about
spiritual poverty rich bitch glories
right now right here and with a deal




You tell me that no one reads
simple nature silence sunshine waterdrop
kind of rainbow poems
in the cool and hip
concrete surroundings of your realness
but I must confess




if it is your hyposterical hipsterwittical zealness
that I should address
as your very personal ego caress
I cannot sleep that night before
the stage gig
I cannot move that sec before
the button hit
I cannot breathe that moment before
the tongue flick
so I am very ordinarily unconvincingly sorry
for my uncool behavior
and you may as well worry
about my career spice and curry
you may as well unfavour
me right now and here
cause I simply have to publicly adress ad confess




positive vibrations which let me words caress
are made of thank full bless
without egostress
but much more and less
simple love and affection
for this whole interrelational active fantastic cosmic wonder of life
for this second
and chance
thank you
and bless
[inks]







0527050312 Algund (South Tyrol, Northern Italy)


(c) 2012 Daniel Graziadei 





Sunday, February 12, 2012

Decadentist reload 2012


Shortly before the end an overripe fruit unleashed a captivating smell that was only excelled by the chant of the dying swan on a golden lake at sunset. A zealous decadent of the 2012 movement which had been known as hyperactive Y2K conspiracy blogger during the nineties and zeroes had scribbled EndZeit in an armed ghetto style onto the face of Monalisa and became the new internet-video-hype. Somewhere on a remote mountain top a silhuette seems to be in some sort of a rant-chant-dance in the morning light of a winter morning


To oh one two
To oh! one two
To oh! one two
and everyone is waiting for the three
Calamity finality
a count up blow
to oh one two
to oh! one two
to oh one two
and everyone is praying on their knees
paying little big time end time fees
Calamity finality
totality of bancorrupcy
yet another exploitation of our fears
from heart beats' race to flushy tears
a blow up count
to oh one two
to oh! one two
to oh one two
why everyone is buying all those f lying ones
like that returning flying flu from outside to you
and the needle against it
or both fever and folly in the meat on your plague
and a tighter controll at animal farm
oh recycled tales of instability and emergency
serving rules of oppression
and the repeating of the echo of the end of the worlds
plus another savior to ease transition
to oh one two
to oh! one two
to oh one two
So let me ask you one more time
why is everyone here buying all those f lying ones
instead of beaming with the joyful ones
to oh one two
to oh! one two
to oh one two

[this numerology hidden deep inside mumblology
sends your favorite transaction into space and action
sending out:
money, hopes and beliefs
ethic griefs and the human right for optimism
into various black holes of annihilation
coming in and receiving:
yet another kick for your fear
yet another squeeze for your tear
one more dose of mental slavery
cancel transaction:
time to breath and smile and glow
time for inside outside peace to slow
the quickbeat clickspeed of our fear
and the business in get out of it]